Chris97: morning Aisha!

Aisha2000: good morning Chan :)

She liked his name – Chan. Bang Chan. Small and cute.

Not that she didn't like Chris or Christopher, but Chan gave her a homey feeling; like it was something she can get used to. And bold of you to assume that she hadn't gotten accustomed to it already.

Chris97: umm I've been thinking about this a lot lately

Chris97: and this might come off as a bit rushed

Aisha2000: what is it?

Chris97: uhhh

Chris97: I wanna hear your voice

Aisha paused walking midway through her hallway.

He wanted to what?

No! No way in hell! She was definitely going to embarrass herself and by not even being in person. She was just so sure of it.

Aisha2000: I don't have a good voice

Chris97: neither do I but I wanna speak to you

She scoffed.

Aisha2000: oh please! everyone is in love with your voice

Chris97: are you too?

"Uh-" she stopped texting, and took in a deep breath.

Damn you and your questions – she thought before replying:

Aisha2000: does it matter if I am?

Chris97: yes it does <3

"HE USED A HEART! HE USED A HEART! ABORT MISSION!" She began yelling in her empty apartment, immediately leaving her phone on the table and jumping face first into the sofa, using the cushion to muffle her scream.

"Why did he use a heart? Does he even know what he's causing to my actual heart? That clueless boy, I swear to god!"

Aisha2000: then I do love it :D

Chris97: aksalkks you make me so happy!!!

Her face was as red as a tomato.

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His face was as red as a tomato.

Seriously, writing all those things and getting those replies were making his chest hurt, but he kinda liked that feeling, especially when it came to her.

That's when he received another response.

Aisha2000: I could say the same sjsjjsjsj

Those keyboard smashes? They were meant to be.

Well, that's what a lovesick person would say, so ignore that.

Chris97: ahhhhh but the point is that I want to hear your voice

Aisha2000: my voice is too manly kskskks

Chris97: I'll judge that lmao

Chris97: can I call you?

Aisha2000: nooooo

Chris97: pleaseeeeeee

Chris97: *makes puppy eyes* *fails*

Aisha2000: promise me that you won't stop talking to me after that, coz I'm awkward and have a manly voice, and that's not a good combination ya know

Chris97: I promise

Chris97: I'm not gonna leave you ever

He got flustered again. Damn, him and his shyness.

Aisha2000: fine, you can call

Chan breathed hard. It was time to finally hear her voice. And he was so ultimately sure that he was going to love it, no matter how deep or pitchy her voice is.

He exited the app and scrolled over to his contacts, where he had saved her number that time she had given it to him for the money transfer.

He contemplated again – was she ready?

Was he ready?

And wasting not a single second contemplating again, he pressed on it.

The line went on and on, and finally, someone picked it from the other end.

"Hello?" 

Next chapter:

"Won't you tell me what you think about me?" she asked.

"You... you're so precious," he paused, "Like, I'm at a loss of words as to how I can describe you. You're so dear to me now; you're incredible in every way."